3 is the magic numberA Poem by Craig Thomas
My children are my everything
they define why I exist light my days when I'm home from work and remind me of what I've missed Whilst I sit here writing this they are numbered one two and three and though at this stage nothing is final child four I just do not foresee It is hard to stop producing when you make such lovely young good looking, talented and loving and not too highly strung But I'm pretty sure I've hung up my boots I'm happy with my little collection I've drunk real deep in the well of life and been blessed with a trio of perfection. © 2011 Craig Thomas |
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1 Review Added on November 21, 2011 Last Updated on November 21, 2011 AuthorCraig ThomasManchester, Whitefield, United KingdomAboutFamily guy, bit of a techie hound, like comedy, sports and magic. Thrive on activity. more..Writing
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